(Bronx, New york)

What do you think this poem is about?

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Too fragile
It waits for no one
Make the most of it
Eventually it catches up with you


Today, tomorrow, forever
It's never enough
Move forward, never back
Eventually it runs out

Submitted: Tuesday, March 03, 2009


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